While I haven't found myself frolicking in the ocean for quite some time (although I write about my first time "back to the beach" in my book...), being down at the beach with Deirdre was the best. I found myself feeling oh-so-proud that I'd worked so hard to get well enough that I could share some beach time with my little lady. Years ago, I would have worried about sitting in the surf, under the scorching sun, for an hour or so. In fact, years ago, I couldn't have done it. When lupus was flaring - after even a short period of time in the sun - my joints would have ached, I would have run a fever, and I would have felt pretty crummy for hours (if not a day or two) afterward. In fact, I probably would have asked her Dad to take her to the beach alone, but not now!
I was eager to sit in that squishy, wet sand with little Miss Deirdre - loving every minute of my time in the sun. Of course, I took precautions - wearing my cover up for a good part of the time, making sure my heavy duty sunscreen was replenished often, keeping my hat and sunglasses on, and getting plenty of rest before and after our romps at the beach - but I can't tell you how good it felt to be able to live a little, without consequence!